All right, no one's killing folk today, on account of our very tight schedule.

Mal ,'Trash'


Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


DavidS - May 07, 2006 7:48:32 pm PDT #5993 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Drag Queens With Power Tools is the next Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and/or To Wong Foo, depending on who they can get.

You gotta be sure your boa is safely tossed over your shoulder before you start the belt sander.


tommyrot - May 07, 2006 7:52:12 pm PDT #5994 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

You gotta be sure your boa is safely tossed over your shoulder before you start the belt sander.

There could also be a subplot - the coming out story of an Underwriters' Laboratories engineer....


Jesse - May 07, 2006 7:54:05 pm PDT #5995 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I really think we might be on to something here. Sequins yes, boa no, in the hardware store.


§ ita § - May 07, 2006 7:54:30 pm PDT #5996 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Well, I think it should be porn. So, maybe you have ot ease up on the child quotient a bit, but I think it could really work.

::sigh::

Cinammon bread toast is such a drag when you don't have a toaster. Muffins and bagels much easier.

Still, it's rooibos time! With cinammon toast, because I'm way crazy like that.


DavidS - May 07, 2006 7:57:07 pm PDT #5997 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Still, it's rooibos time! With cinammon toast, because I'm way crazy like that.

Could it be roombas with cinnamon toast? And they have a little tray on top and bring it to you in the morning? To the drag queens with the tool belts?


Lee - May 07, 2006 7:58:02 pm PDT #5998 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I still need to buy some rooibos. I don't know why I can never remember to do that.


tommyrot - May 07, 2006 7:58:57 pm PDT #5999 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Well, I think it should be porn. So, maybe you have ot ease up on the child quotient a bit, but I think it could really work.

Possible line of dialog:

"The orphan girl is coming home from her shift at the hardware store - quick, hide the porn!"


§ ita § - May 07, 2006 7:59:09 pm PDT #6000 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Could it be roombas with cinnamon toast?

Fuck. I keep meaning to buy a roomba. But I end up buying silk dresses or lipsticks or pretty underwear or underarmour heat gear. I don't know what's wrong with me.


tommyrot - May 07, 2006 8:14:17 pm PDT #6001 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

OK, upon reading the headline Man in black kills 24-year-old, how many people's first reaction is, "Zombie Johhny Cash"?

Maybe that means I should go to bed....


DavidS - May 07, 2006 8:14:25 pm PDT #6002 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Maybe they aren't migraines. Maybe they're purposefully fucking with your head. With beams! You know...THEM.

::hands ita a roll of fashionable tin foil::